Anna

Some souls enter our lives to teach us that purpose is far grander and more mysterious than we can ever imagine.

For me, that soul is Anna.

She came into this world in 2021, a spirited and headstrong goat. When it was her time to be a mother, we watched in confusion as she rejected her kids. A year later, she did the same. By all the practical rules of farming, she had "failed".

With heavy hearts, we made the difficult decision to sell her.

But the universe had other plans. In the tragic turmoil of October 2023, Anna fell ill, and fate brought her into our direct, intensive care. In those quiet moments of nursing her back to health, a bond was forged. She fought her way back, and we no longer had the heart to let her go. She had earned her place, simply by being Anna.

It was during the dark days of our eviction in early 2024 that her true purpose began to reveal itself. I would be overwhelmed with stress and grief, and an undeniable, magnetic pull would draw me to the goat garden.

The moment I entered, Anna would rush to my side. If I knelt, she would gently place her head against mine, and a wave of calm would wash over me. I didn't understand it then, but she, along with a small circle of others, was doing profound healing work.

They were my energy healers, drawing out the negativity and pouring strength back into me, giving me the resilience to navigate the storm.

Anna had emerged as my personal healer, the one who would come rushing in when my energy needed it most.

The most beautiful chapter of her story, however, was yet to come.

On the new farm, she had an "oopsie" pregnancy. The goat who once loathed being touched now allowed me to feel the kicks of her babies and listen to their heartbeats. A new, sacred trust blossomed between us.

I promised her, "These are your babies, our babies. Together, we can do this. You, Anna, are capable, and I will always stand by your side".

And so it was. In November, she gave birth to the healthiest, most energetic bundles of joy—two baby girls, Ylena and Iduna. Anna accepted them immediately, and I stood by her, supporting her in every way I could.

A profound realization washed over me: Anna had never rejected her previous kids out of failure. She had stepped away because she understood, on a soul level, that we needed the love, joy, and connection of raising them. Her "failures" were her greatest gift to us.

Today, her daughters still try to cuddle on my lap, a constant, loving reminder of the bond we all share.

Anna, my fierce, loving healer, taught me to look beyond the surface and trust in a purpose I cannot always see. I am eternally grateful that our paths crossed, and that I learned to listen.

I love you to the moon and back, Anna.